Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Maurizio to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dual Sessions,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.